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Now back to our regularly scheduled programming.
Neither Chester nor I speak a second language or play an instrument, and we’re not particularly artistic, either. Basically we are boring parents whose idea of a good time involves eating oatmeal every morning and every evening watching 45 minutes of PBS programming while wearing non-constricting clothing (if you haven’t seen Poldark you haven’t lived!). Luckily for Opal our extended family more than fills in the dull and uncultured spaces (chasms?) left by us. We’re hoping that she will pick up some musicality from her trumpet-playing grandpa, a love of languages from her aunt from Thailand or her uncle from Serbia, and a creative inclination from her two artist grandmas. Cuz lawd knows she ain’t gettin’ it from us.
Chester’s mom Katy is a painter (who has her own blog which you should definitely be reading). She sends Opal the sweetest watercolor postcards, and we’ve amassed quite a collection. I have been trying to figure out how to display them for a long time, with an eye toward this blank wall in Opal’s room:
I thought about framing the postcards and hanging them here, but I was reluctant because framing would conceal the little notes on the back. The notes are so loving and totally magical to Opal — one of them has a small envelope taped to it that contains a little tuft of bunny fur that Granny Katy found in her garden. So I really wanted Opal to be able to look at both sides of the cards and interact with them and, eventually, read them.
The solution I came up with is inelegant, but it achieves the objectives of displaying the original artwork while not hiding the messages on the back: I velcroed them to the wall.
Because they are not framed, and because they are meant to be moved around and enjoyed by a three year old, I wanted to make sure the velcro pieces were evenly placed so that the arrangement would be as tidy as possible. I arranged the postcards on the floor and figured out the outer dimensions, and then drew a grid on the wall in pencil. I found the center of each box in the grid and put a half inch square of velcro there, and on the center of each postcard.
I really like the way it turned out; it makes the room feel more complete and, best of all, very personal.
Opal and Chester went for a hike while I was putting this together. She came home exhausted, with her pants on sideways and covered in chocolate milk and dirt, but here is a video of the first time she saw the postcards on the wall:
I’m with Opal, I like all of them, but here are a few of my favorites close up:
And here is Cromwell, happily bathing in the sunshine and demonstrating that the artist’s rendition is kind.
We also recently converted Opal’s crib to a toddler bed. I never thought she’d sleep for so long in her crib, but she did, happily and without incident. Then on a recent day she declared that she was going to sleep on the floor because her baby brother (who is imaginary) was asleep in the crib. We pulled the mattress out and put it on the floor, and there she slept for the next few nights until we finally took the hint and got the toddler bed conversion kit out of the basement.
So that’s the latest in Opal’s room. Thanks to you for reading along, and a huge thanks and much love to Granny Katy for sending Opal such beautiful original art in postcard form, and for letting me share it here.
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